Zi Ling limped and panicked, and hurried to help Ye Qingluo, stumbled and tripped over the threshold.
She stretched out her hand, desperately trying to help Ye Qingluo up, her clear and watery eyes were full of worry.
Ye Qingluo waved her hand, the more Zi Ling shook her, the more painful the injured hand would be.
Panting heavily, she endured the pain and said, "Leave me alone, I'll just sit down for a while."
Zi Ling touched the blood oozing from Ye Qingluo's shoulder, and knelt on the ground in panic: "Miss, did Miss Si and others bully you again?"
The blood on her hands made Ziling terrified.
No wonder the young lady's face is so pale, and she looks weak.
"Miss Si and the others are deceiving people too much! Ling'er is going to tell the suzerain right now, and tell all the crimes of Miss Si and the others!" Zi Ling's face flushed angrily, she got up from the ground, and was about to leave.
"Come back!" Ye Qingluo shouted coldly.
Ziling paused immediately.
He was startled by Ye Qingluo's scolding.
She had never heard her own lady speak in such a cold voice.
As soon as Zi Ling turned around, she realized that Ye Qingluo's expression was no longer timid as before.
Ye Qingluo's charming eyes glowed with a faint light, and as time went on, they were a little bit charming, making it impossible to look away.
"Little miss..."
For a moment, Ziling felt that her young lady looked like a snow lotus blooming alone on the snow mountain, with such a magnificent temperament and enchanting.
"No need to go, boil me a pot of hot water, and prepare a pair of scissors and a few clean cloths!"
"Miss! Don't be patient anymore!" Ziling looked at Ye Qingluo distressedly, clenched her fists tightly, "You are the daughter of the Ye family and the young master of the Sanquan sect. The ladies in other rooms are bullying!"
Ye Qingluo slowly supported the injured shoulder, and snorted coldly at himself: "My injury was caused by the so-called Suzerain..."
Zi Ling's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Daughter of the Ye family, the young master of the Sanquan Sect... I will take back these things that belong to me bit by bit."
The smile on the corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth gradually turned cold, and the bloodthirsty chill shone in his charming eyes, which made people shudder.
Zi Ling's breathing was stagnant, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
"Ling'er prepare hot water scissors for Miss!" She said, picked up the overturned iron basin, and limped towards the kitchen.
Ye Qingluo recovered a little strength and climbed onto the bed.
Ziling boiled water, brought scissors and clean cloth.
With Zi Ling's help, Ye Qingluo unbuttoned her shirt, revealing half of her shoulders.
I saw the shoulder extending below the arm, a hideous wound was very conspicuous, and blood gushed out.
Zi Ling screamed in fright, her hands were shaking.
Looking at the terrible wound on his shoulder, Ye Qingluo's eyes grew colder and colder.
Ye Tiankuang was really determined and wanted her life.
Since he hates her so much, why hasn't he promoted the second wife as the eldest wife after his mother died of illness for so many years
Not only did she retain her identity as a prostitute, but she also retained her identity as the heir of the Sanquanzong.
It's so strange...
Ye Qingluo put away all her thoughts: "Scissors!"
Zi Ling blankly handed over the red-hot scissors.
Ye Qingluo gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, and handled her wound neatly.
*****
After the wound was bandaged, Ye Qingluo lay on the bed, sweating profusely.
"Miss, would you like some porridge?" Zi Ling picked up the dark thing and brought it to Ye Qingluo's lips.
A strange smell was extremely pungent, Ye Qingluo frowned: "What is this?"
Zi Ling bit her lip, and lowered her head guiltily: "Miss, I'm sorry... Ling'er is useless, Ling'er failed to get fresh rice grains..."